NPE #2, #3 - 12/04/11

I decided I would not be recording these experiences in any particular order. With that said, here is two I had last night.

“Momentum”

I find myself in 3D blackness where I begin to see a scene. I am talking with someone, a lady, but cannot remember the details of our conversation. I consciously enter the scene which is this big room with bookshelves. The books are about half the size relative to normal books, and they all seem very interesting, dealing with subjects such as metaphysics and mysticism. I browse through the books as I marvel at my lucidity. I pick one out and expect the cover, and see a publication date of 1920. I was looking for an ISBN number to verify the book in waking reality, but was unable to locate one.

Next I begin to hear this loud thumping. In the dream I had the intuition that I was to confront the manifestation of my fear. The loud thumping was occurring behind a bend in the wall, and I began to walk closer towards it. I thought I was to see a demon or something equally sinister. As I turned the corner, I saw what was creating the thumping – it was a large punching bag swinging in the air, back and forth. It was mere momentum. I stood perplexed wondering how I was to stop it? 

Some thoughts: I'm reminded of the Buddhist idea of karma, the idea that all of our perceived "problems" and fears are the remnants of inertia, an impersonal force. If I was to get through my own fear, I had to stop the momentum I had created since birth. In the dream I thought about jumping into the punching bag to stop it. Do we all have to dive headfirst into our fear, take a few painful blows, to move through it?

“The Young Fool of 109”

I find myself concious in this hallway of a school building. I talk with this one person who I felt like I knew somehow. I was confused at first and asked the person, who looked to be in their twenties, if this was physical or non-physical reality. He told me this was non-physical reality. I asked him what I could learn here and he said there were different things you could learn in each reality. This may not have been his exact wording, but that was the just of it. I was explaining to him that I had no memory of how I got here, and my last memory was being 23 years old. I asked him how old he was and he just chuckled and said, “I’m a young fool of 109.” 

Some thoughts: Do such afterlife schools exist where we go to continue the lessons of life? Many of my experience deal with being in strange schools and institutions. Perhaps these are set up in the non-physical for consciousness to continue to grow and expand. I've always gotten the feeling that Earth was something like a school, a place where we learn some hard lessons.